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Tara
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Thank You, Lord
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Thank you, Lord.
I want to thank You, Lord
For life and all that that’s in it.
Thank You for the day
And for the hour and for the minute.
I know many are gone,
I’m still living on,
I want to thank You.
…
— Jul 20, 2026 06:40PM
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Thank you, Lord.
I want to thank You, Lord
For life and all that that’s in it.
Thank You for the day
And for the hour and for the minute.
I know many are gone,
I’m still living on,
I want to thank You.
…
Tara
is on page 49 of 54
In Retrospect
Last year changed its seasons
subtly, stripped its sultry winds
for the reds of dying leaves, let
gelid drips of winter ice melt onto a
warming earth and urged the dormant
bulbs to brave the m
pain of spring.
We, loving, above the whim of
time, did not notice.
Alone. I remember now.
😢
— Jul 20, 2026 06:33PM
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Last year changed its seasons
subtly, stripped its sultry winds
for the reds of dying leaves, let
gelid drips of winter ice melt onto a
warming earth and urged the dormant
bulbs to brave the m
pain of spring.
We, loving, above the whim of
time, did not notice.
Alone. I remember now.
😢
Tara
is on page 41 of 54
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hope, spring, high,
Still I’ll rise.
— Jul 20, 2026 05:58PM
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hope, spring, high,
Still I’ll rise.
Tara
is on page 33 of 54
One More Round
There ain’t no pay beneath the sun
As sweet as rest when a job is well done
I was born to work up to my grave
But I was not born
To be a slave.
One more round
And let’s heave it down
One more round
And let’s heave it down.
— Jul 20, 2026 05:50PM
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There ain’t no pay beneath the sun
As sweet as rest when a job is well done
I was born to work up to my grave
But I was not born
To be a slave.
One more round
And let’s heave it down
One more round
And let’s heave it down.
Tara
is on page 21 of 54
My Arkansas
There is a deep brooding
In Arkansas.
Old crimes like moss pend
from popular trees.
The sullen earth
is much too
red for comfort.
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— Jul 20, 2026 05:02PM
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There is a deep brooding
In Arkansas.
Old crimes like moss pend
from popular trees.
The sullen earth
is much too
red for comfort.
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